Tyler:
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People look at me. Different emotions. Anger, disappointment, pity. When they talk to me they hide what they are saying behind flattery. "Oh aren't you muscled!" Compensating for your stupidity. "Such a hard worker." Dropout, you'll never get anywhere in life. "You have such a handsome son!" Father at 16, pathetic.
Why can't they see how hard I've worked? How much I've done? Can't they see how much I've gone through? "You did well." Such a disappointment...
-Looking at the scribbled words Tyler runs his hand through the blond curls on his head. Pushing himself away from the desk he wipes his sweaty palms on his jeans -- trying to calm down. Feeling the anger boil up in him he pushes himself up, pacing the room as his hands start to shake. Walking over to the leather-bound diary he rips the page out, tearing the page into small pieces he throws them at the wall. As the small pieces drift to the floor he falls to his knees, feeling drained. Small feet ghost over the floor as a warm hand squeezes his shoulder. Gathering the pieces of paper Megan gives her brother a hug, not knowing what to say she leaves with a handful of paper pieces-
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